MITTI

they call

Her river..

we sit

beside

Her

unspeaking lips..

unseeing eyes

we hear

Her speak..

child..

You pay

Obeisance

to me?

now

i’m just dust..

just

a shadow

of my past

You..

You..

You..

mind cant

utter

the words..

it tries

You..

are

our Guru..

feet sink

in the mud..

next to the knees..

next to the

elbows..

next to the..

hands..

next to..

the bowed

head..

the forehead..

bathed in dust..

the eye..

of Mother

and Father..

the eye

rains..

rains…

rains…..